Dodge and the others hid behind the Ayi tribe members, reloading and firing, but the fighting was too chaotic. The combatants moved too quickly, and visibility was poor due to the darkness, making it difficult for Dodge and his team to hit their targets.

Before long, the cannibal tribe mustered the last of their people from the camp and launched a charge. There were men and women, young and old; they seemed to be throwing everything they had at the fight.

The Ayi tribe, together with Dodge's team, numbered just over thirty.

The cannibal tribe, on the other hand, had more than sixty members, not counting the dozen or so they had blown up earlier.

No wonder the tribal chief didn't want to fight the cannibals; the numbers were indeed overwhelmingly in their favor.

Unlike Dodge and the others, Fatty wasn't so intimidated by the savagery of the natives that he only dared to hide behind Ayi and fire his pistol.

Fatty charged to the front of the line, to the most intense part of the battle, and joined the melee.

Fatty was like a god of war.

He easily caught the spear thrust at him, and with a strong pull, dragged the enemy forward with immense force, bringing him face to face with Fatty.

Fatty wasn't polite. He wound up and kicked the enemy hard in the abdomen, sending him flying dozens of meters...

That kick probably shattered the man's internal organs, leaving him mortally wounded.

Dodge, seeing this, sweated secretly, thinking that Fatty must not be a normal person, maybe a real-life Captain America.

...

Just as Fatty was energetically dealing with a dozen or so small fry, a bullet suddenly struck the ground near Fatty's feet, kicking up dust.

Fatty cursed in the direction of Dodge and the others, "Damn it, almost killed me."

While taking out the enemies in front of him, Fatty continued to grumble—

"Using pistols in close combat? Did your language arts teacher teach your practical combat class?"

"Still playing with pistols? Get out your knives and fight them for real! Don't let me look down on you, Dodge."

...

The battle lasted nearly all night. The first half went smoothly; they basically wiped out ninety percent of the cannibal tribe.

But the second half was more troublesome. Some of the cannibals, seeing they couldn't win, weaved around the camp in a roundabout way.

Others escaped into the rainforest, making it difficult to track them down. Ayi led a few people after them, pursuing them deep into the rainforest.

...

Dawn broke.

A white light appeared on the horizon, illuminating everything near the camp.

The campfire in the cannibal tribe's camp was untended and had gone out, and the area around the camp was littered with corpses.

Ayi, facing the rising sun, led her people back from the rainforest to the cannibal camp to meet up with Fatty and the others. Ayi reported that those who had fled into the rainforest had been hunted down and killed.

Dodge's team and the Ayi tribe, just over thirty people, had wiped out a tribe of seventy or eighty in just one night. The Ayi tribe had lost only five people and had six wounded.

This kind of kill ratio was due to the power of modern weapons and Fatty's divine might.

Dodge's team finally found the two captured members of the advance team in a dilapidated little thatched hut. Besides them, there were also several naked little boys from other tribes in the hut, all of whom had been castrated.

Livestock are castrated to make them fatter, and the cannibals castrated little boys for the same reason.

Seeing this scene, Fatty thought that the cannibal tribe deserved to be exterminated.

Although the joint team had arrived in time to rescue the advance team members, they still couldn't save the wounded member. He had been hacked into pieces by the cannibal tribe and made into dinner. His bones were piled up in a large pot that the tribe hadn't had time to clean.

The two surviving members of the advance team were traumatized. They hugged Derek and cried incessantly when they saw him. Seeing their comrade die tragically and then be eaten as food, and nearly ending up on the table themselves, was a cruel experience that was hard for them to bear.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Dodge's team and the Ayi tribe carried the fallen warriors and the spoils of war away from the cannibal tribe's camp.

...

Back at the tribe, Ayi noticed something was wrong. The tribe's campfire was a mess, and the racks for drying fish and meat had been knocked over. Something seemed to have happened here.

The tribal chief was bandaging the wounds of the injured. Ayi anxiously inquired about the situation.

The chief told Ayi that after they left yesterday, more than a dozen people suddenly broke into the camp. They seemed to be from the cannibal tribe.

Perhaps the cannibals noticed the missing captives and sent a team to check the situation at the place where the captives had disappeared, eventually finding their way here by following the tracks.

They had been lurking around, and when Ayi led half of the tribe's elite warriors away, they realized that there were only old, weak, and disabled people left in the tribe—less than twenty people in total—so they decided to attack.

With only twenty women, children, and elderly people in the tribe, they really couldn't fight the dozen or so cannibals.

When they rushed in, they directly hacked down a woman who was collecting dried fish. The others didn't have time to react and could only defend passively.

But the cannibal tribe's team attacked like a flood, and they couldn't resist. Even the tribal chief picked up the stone axe that he hadn't touched in many years, ready to fight to the death.

Just when everyone was in despair, a cannibal small fry burst into the tent where Rouyi was, scaring Rouyi. This person was ferocious and sturdy, and he walked towards Rouyi with a stone hammer.